Friday, February 24, 2017

Errors of the Past are Wisdom of the future.

The Errors of the Past are the Wisdom of the Future

MISTAKES ARE PORTALS OF DISCOVERY

Lessons I Learnt in Life

Musings of a Veteran

By

VIKRAM KARVE

This happened in the early 1990s – around 25 years ago – when we lived in the beautiful verdant campus of the erstwhile Institute of Armament Technology aka IAT (now called DIAT Deemed University) – in the hills of Girinagar – overlooking the serene cool blue waters of Khadakwasla Lake near Pune – with the mighty Sinhagad Fort towering above as a sentinel .

We lived in a typical Military (MES) Officers Accommodation – two storey buildings – ground floor plus one storey – two flats on the ground floor and two flats on top – with garages in between – four houses in a block.

Each house had a separate overhead water tank on top of the building and separate servant quarters behind the block .

We lived on the ground floor – and our neighbours who lived on the top floor above us – they were a young couple with a small kid.

Once there was a long weekend – four days off – two days Diwali holidays – followed by Saturday and Sunday.

Our neighbours – who lived above us – decided to spend the long weekend in Mumbai with their relatives.

In contrast – a huge number of relatives had decided to visit us in IAT to celebrate Diwali – and to spend the weekend in the picturesque surroundings on Girinagar – and do some sightseeing and trekking – a mandatory climb up the Sinhagad Fort – and – a picnic at the Panshet and Varasgaon Dams – and – a stroll on the “Chowpatty Beach” on the Khadakvasla Lakeside.

The whole gang of relatives arrived early in the morning on the first day of Diwali.

We were enjoying ourselves – the children were bursting crackers outside – and my wife got down to making preparations for a festival feast for all of us – and we were looking forward to a delicious sumptuous lunch.

Suddenly – my wife came out and told me that the taps had run dry – and – she said that water was not coming anywhere in the house.

This was surprising – since there was an abundance of water in Girinagar – and – we had never faced any water problem before.

I rang up the Pump House MES Staff– who confirmed that they had duly pumped water for three hours in the morning as per schedule – and there was no reason for a water shortage.

The MES Staff suggested that I have a look at my water tank on the roof – and – if there was any plumbing or piping problem – they would send someone to rectify the fault.

I climbed up on the roof – and – I was aghast to see that my water tank was bone dry.

The lid of the water tank had been taken off – and – the walls of the water tank had been freshly painted.

My neighbour’s water tank was full of water.

I came down and started enquiring – and– our maid told me that she had seen our neighbour’s servant on the roof early in the morning.

I called the neighbour’s servant.

He said that before leaving for Mumbai – my neighbour had given him instructions to shut the inlet valve – drain the water tank – clean up the water tank – dry it – and then apply a coat of paint – let it dry for two days – and then – open the valve – so that the water tank would be full by the time they came back from their holiday.

He was contrite – and he admitted – that – by mistake –he had emptied and painted my water tank – instead of my neighbour’s water tank.

He had mistakenly assumed that my water tank was my neighbour’s water tank.

That is why he had drained out all the water – closed the inlet valve – dried the water tank – and then cleaned and painted it.

My neighbour’s servant profusely apologised – and he said he was very sorry for the mistake.

But – I was furious – since – because of this man’s stupidity – we were going to have a water problem when there were so many guests in the house.

I lost my temper – and – I started shouting angrily at the man.

As I started giving him a severe tongue-lashing – the man shivered in fright.

Suddenly – I noticed that the man’s small son watching the proceedings.

The young boy trembled with fear – and – he had an expression of dread written all over his innocent face – as he watched his father being publicly scolded and humiliated.

I could not bear to see this heart-rending expression on the young boy’s face.

I felt terrible – that I had ruthlessly scolded the man in front of his son.

So – I stopped my invective tirade and became silent.

I told the man to go away.

Then – I went into my room to cool off.

That day – I made a decision.

I resolved that I would never admonish anyone in front of their children or family.

Parents are heroes to their children.

So – the worst thing you can do is to humiliate parents in front of their children.

Similarly – it can be very demoralizing for a manager – or any employee – to be reprimanded by the boss – in front of his juniors and subordinates.

I was in the military profession where being “goody-goody” and “soft spoken” did not work in all cases.

So – occasionally you had to shout at people and reprimand them – in order to get the desired results.

But – I ensured that whenever I gave a tongue-lashing to someone – I did so in private – by calling him aside separately to give him a dressing down.

Also – I tried my best to criticize the action – and – I tried to ensure that I did not insult the person by making derogatory personal remarks about him.

I scrupulously tried my best to follow the dictum:

“Praise in Public but Admonish in Private...”

I did lose my temper and yell at people in public sometimes – but I immediately made amends by apologising on the spot – or at the earliest opportunity.

We all make mistakes.

But – the trick lies in realizing your mistake when you commit one – learn from your mistake – take corrective action – and make sure you do not repeat the same mistake again.

Experience enables you to recognize a mistake.

As Cicero said:

“Any man can make a mistake – but only a fool will continue in repeating it...”

Mistakes are your best teachers.

Mistakes are lessons of wisdom.

And – as James Joyce said:

“Mistakes are the Portals of Discovery...

”

I have made a lot of mistakes in my life.

I have tried my best to learn from my mistakes – and – I have endeavoured to ensure that I do not repeat my mistakes.

In some cases I have succeeded – and – in some cases – it is still an ongoing process.

As Tryon Edwards put it:

“Some of Best Lessons we ever Learn – we Learn from our Mistakes and Failures.

The Error of the Past is the Wisdom and Success of the Future...”

I will end with a quote by Wang Yang-Ming:

“The sages do not consider that making no mistake is a blessing.

They believe rather that the great virtue of man lies in his ability to correct his mistakes and to continually make a new man of himself...”

PS:

Dear Reader:

Let me make a “confession”.

I try my best to practice what I preach and to preach what I practice.

However – since I am a reactive person who is volatile by nature – I falter many times – and – I lose my temper in public – and – I shout and give on-the-spot tongue-lashings.

Though I instantly cool down after shouting and forget (and forgive) – the recipient of my tongue-lashing sometimes remembers the episode for a long time and bears acrimony against me.

However – I am trying my best to improve matters.

Like I said – it is easy to preach – but – it is difficult to practice what you preach.

But tell me – Dear Reader:

The first step to correcting your mistakes is to realise your mistakes – isn’t it...?

All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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About Me

A creative person with a zest for
life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer. Educated
at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School
Pune, Vikram has published two books:COCKTAILa collection of fiction short stories about relationships
(2011) andAPPETITE FOR A STROLLa
book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel, writing short fiction and compiling his memoirs. An avid
blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories, creative
non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, books, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories, self help and art of living essays in magazines and journals and published a number of professional research papers and reviews and edited in-house magazines and journals for many years, before the advent
of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to
creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse -
his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative
thoughts.